My life has become a joke,
a series of oh-I-should-have's.
a bundle of regrets.

This life is moving too fast
an end is already in sight,
I fear it so.

I feel like I was a freshman
a day ago and, 
all I did was blink my eyes.

That’s all that I have done.
My life, 16 years,
has been a short blink in my parent's eyes.

I don’t want to have to live a life like that.

I want to live in an endless eternity,
I want my hundred years
to feel like a lot.

I don’t want to wake up one morning
56, with grandkids,
no one from my childhood left to me.

How can I live,
how can I even say it's living
if my best friend isn't by my side?

How can I claim life,
if I'm not even living for today,
or tomorrow even?

How can I even begin to say
I know who I am,
if I can barley even summon my memories?

I am going to die,
of that I'm sure,
but is it wrong to hope?

Hope that I might die,
before my necessary time,
so that my life will seem still somewhat slow?

I don’t want to live,
just to die alone,
forgotten even by those who loved me most.

I don’t want to live forever,
I don’t even care if I really matter
in the Great Scheme Of Life.

But I want to live a good one,
a long one.
I just want to live Life.